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“Wow, what a wild and crazy day,” the lady in Walgreens said. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I didn’t wake up until nearly 6 AM. I don’t know when I’ve slept so late!” I looked at her more carefully. She was … Continue reading
The snowman stood 6 feet tall with cottonwood branches for arms and a screwdriver for a nose. The yard all around him crackled with frozen grass, uncovered in the snow gathering efforts of the damp, rosy-cheeked children. I looked out … Continue reading
In secular terms, Christmas is about children and their joy. Without young children around, it just isn’t as much fun. How much fun is opening an envelope full of money? Yeah. You know what is fun? Banging out chords on … Continue reading
We have an ambivalent attitude toward sass. We like it in little girls and grown women, but we hate it in rebellious teenagers. What’s the difference there that makes a sassy teen rub us the wrong way? Please leave a … Continue reading
In the absence of Nelson Mandela today, this seems appropriate. Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “God bless Africa” or some topic suggested by the music or the death of Nelson Mandela.
A bit of snow and moisture in the air made for a fog filled morning. I cranked up the defroster, switched on my headlights, and started off slowly. That’s why I didn’t see . . . Please leave a comment … Continue reading
“Call me Harry,” she said, “Harriet’s a bit much.” She shook my hand with vigor and entered the hall. She glanced around the entryway admiringly, handed me her fedora, and removed a top coat to reveal a man’s tweed suit. … Continue reading
I was thinking about “Ars Poetica” the other day, a poem by Archibald MacLeish. It ends with the lines A poem should not mean But be. That’s also what writing practice is. It doesn’t need evaluation or explanation, it just … Continue reading
Hitting a shovel on the highway when you’re going 75 mph does make quite a thump. It also rips holes in tires and scrapes paint off cars. So, to whoever dropped a shovel on Highway 84 yesterday, I found it. … Continue reading